You are my home

No matter where I go, I'm coming back to it. Something that tells me to live my life, to follow my heart, to "be on the path with HEART" (Castaneda), things or sayings or flashes of memories - suddenly makes me realize that my home is you, honey. And it's such a clear, calm realization, that it feels like it has to be there, no matter what my "rational" mind is telling me. I love you.